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thekitmanuk · 2 years
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Real Madrid 2022-23 Adidas Home Kit Released
Real Madrid 2022-23 Adidas Home Kit Released
Football kit news from La Liga as the new Real Madrid 2022-23 Adidas home kit celebrating the clubs 120th anniversary has been officially unveiled this morning. Real Madrid 2022-23 Adidas Home Shirt The 2022-23 Real Madrid home shirt is predominantly white with jacquard stripes that feature the club crest running down the jersey. A black 120 Amos logo appears on the back of the neck as the…
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calciopics · 11 months
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Liverpool Fashion Show
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turtlelightwood · 2 years
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🤍 Manchester United 2022/23 Away Kit 🤍
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shahed707 · 1 year
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Qatar world cup Argentina kits in dls 22
Qatar world cup 2022 Argentina all kits in in dls 22.here you all kit Argentina.
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goodgooner · 2 years
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Introducing our new 2022/23 adidas third kit
The first outfield pink kit in our history celebrates the strength, pride and association of our supporters
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kamwilliamsonn · 10 months
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The Captain - Leah Williamson
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When you reunite with your best friend after 2 years of facetime only, it was bound to get emotional.
You had deployed into the Royal Navy the moment you turned 18, started off as a Petty Officer, and making your way up the ranks until you were a Captain. You were only 23 when you got the rank, but your first mission was a 2 year long stay on your ship - the HMS Medway - in the Carribbean, you were allowed to Skype and text your family, but you couldn't see them.
It was never much problem not to talk to your birth family, they never agreed with any of your decisions - sexuality or career especially.
But not being able to talk to the Williamson's - to Leah - was definitely difficult.
Leah had been your best friend since birth, the both of you growing up in Milton Keynes, neighbours for your whole life.
You went from seeing each other everyday, to once every couple months, to your only source of communication being Skype.
You were overjoyed for your best friend when she got the role as Interim Captain at the beginning of 2022, and we're even happier for her when she got announced as the actual captain for the Euros.
You knew you needed to be there.
And not just for the final, you wanted to be there for the first match.
So you spoke to your Commanding Officer, your Admiral, but you didn't want to just take a break. You asked him to discharge you.
It was a hard decision, but after 7 years of service, and no life outside your ship for 2 years, you knew it was about time that you take on your next challenge.
Away from the Royal Navy.
But back in London.
He understood greatly, and told you that should you ever wish to come back, your ship would be awaiting you.
And while you gave him a gentle smile,
you knew you were never coming back for good.
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6th June 2022.
The opening of the Euro's.
England V Austria.
Kick off was at 8pm, in Manchester, Old Trafford.
You arrived in Manchester at 5pm, still fully kitted out in your captain's uniform, your cap set snug on your head.
As soon as you touched down, you messaged the person you trusted most - other than Leah - Lucy Bronze.
You'd known her since Leah broke out in the England squad, and Lucy had become somebody you confided in pretty easily.
You knew she could keep the surprise from Leah - unlike her counterpart, Keira - and would help you out.
So, 10 minutes later, Lucy pulled up at the private airstrip, helping your bags into the car and smiling proudly at you.
You pulled her straight into a hug, relishing in human contact from somebody who wasn't your employee.
"Y/n, it's so good to see you. Two years is way too long." She told you, opening the car door for you and letting you sit in her passenger seat.
You sighed, taking your cap off and placing it on the dashboard in front of you. "I've missed you, Luce."
"Not as much as you've missed Leah, though, I'm sure."
"Well, I hope to never miss her again." You told her.
Her head snaps towards you. "What d'you mean?"
"I'm never going back to the Navy, London will be my home now, Leah will be my home again."
The drive was comfortable, music playing as she drove you to the hotel everybody was staying at, they didn't have to be at Old Trafford until 6:30, ready for warm ups at 7:30, so Lucy organised with Sarina for you to come to the hotel for a bit.
Sarina was more than happy to ablige, a captain of the Royal Navy, one of the only female ones out there.
But as you turned up to the hotel, Lucy couldn't convince you to get out of the car.
"It's been two years, Lucy, what if we aren't the same!" You worried, making her hold your shoulders and force you to look at her.
"Okay, if you're truly that nervous, don't go in there as y/n, 18 year old who first started out in the Navy. Go in there as Captain y/l/n. The youngest female Captain of the Royal Navy. Go in there and stand proud. You are in your uniform, show them why you are what you are."
You took a deep breath and picked up your cap, placing it on your hand.
Lucy patted your thigh softly. "I'll get your bags. You go get your girl."
A blush grew on your face and you looked at her with wide eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
She just scoffed. "Yeah, sure."
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None of the lionesses were in the Lobby, but Sarina was, waiting for you. She greeted you with a warm smile and a handshake, thanking you for your service - even if she wasn't English, she was honourably one for the rest of her time as the England Coach.
She told you that she was going to call a meeting, that you can wait in another room until everybody was in there and then you'd sneak into the room.
You nodded with a soft smile, agreeing with the plan, knowing that the Lionesses were going to see a very different side to their captain.
And that they did.
With all 23 girls sat in the little meeting room, Lucy having been the last one in, you quietly opened the door and slid in.
A trick you'd learned in your 7 years of service.
Keira, who'd been facing the door, instantly opened her mouth in shock, about to speak until you put a finger up to your mouth.
Slowly but surely, each of the girls figured out you were there - not that they all knew who you were - but didn't say anything, Leah was still unaware.
You snuck up behind her and took off your cap, putting it behind your back, with your arms interlocked - standing at ease, the most comfortable you could feel anymore.
You bent down slowly, until your breath was fanning on her ear. And as she began to turn around to face you, you spoke.
"Hello, my darling, it's been a while." She gasps and stands up instantly, turning around like the flash.
She threw her arms over you and pulled you into the tightest hug she ever had before.
You snuck your arm around her and placed your cap on the table, letting your arms fall tightly around her waist, breathing in her scent.
The comfort of your best friend.
Without even thinking, as soon as she pulled away out of the hug a little, to speak, you pushed your lips against hers.
The rest of the lionesses let out hollers, but neither of you paid them any attention.
She kissed you back with just as much passion.
It felt like just the two of you.
Just as it had many years ago.
Idk how much I like this, but I love the premise, and as somebody who spent many years of her life as a sea cadet, there are some things in life that my heart will always find peace with.
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uniteds · 10 months
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part 2 of stuff that happened in the 2022/2023 football season that should send us into a coma but we’re too desensitized:
for part one go here.
1. the bayern board deciding to sack nagelsmann before the most important game of their season because he showed up to work on a skateboard
2. related: nagelsmann finding out he was sacked through social media while he was away on a ski trip
3. also related: nagelsmann getting dumped the same weekend he lost his job. 
4. todd boehly getting advice on what to do with chelsea from james corden (known west ham fan) and hiring frank lampard
5. tuchel and conte fight
6. the ghana coach taking a selfie with heung min son while son is sobbing after losing in the World Cup
7. the five minutes where both spain and germany were out of the World Cup
8. mourinho being in (and being sampled in!) stormzy’s music video
9. psg’s director of football going down to the field to curse them out
10. aguero turning up to the world cup celebrations in a full kit 
11. the pope summoning atletico madrid’s physio all the way to the vatican to treat him
12. arsenal bottling the title (2023 version)
13. rebekah vardy tried to trademark the phrase wagatha christie
14. luis enrique saying ferran torres will never play football again if he did the pacifier celebration after scoring
15. jose saying the only club he doesn’t have any feelings for is tottenham hotspur
16. mason mount having a stalker
17. jack grealish discovered what a camel is
18. the saudi team getting new cars during the World Cup
19. cho gue sung telling ronaldo to fuck off and then getting flooded with marriage proposals 
20. the princess of spain having a crush on gavi
21. luton town promoted so now you have to walk through some guy’s garden to get to their stadium
22. the gio reyna and gregg berhalter usmnt saga
23. the pogba/mbappe witch doctor saga
24. ac milan sacked maldini and now the players all wanna leave
25. conte’s press conference where he basically said “it’s the history of the tottenham” 
26. barcelona winning the league at espanyol and then the espanyol fans chasing the barca players off the pitch
27. the one pitch invader who pushed eddie howe
28. ac milan having to answer to their ultras after a match
29. calum wilson and antonio laughing at richarlison for flopping
30. klopp doing his hamstring and adding to liverpool’s injury problems
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queenshelby · 10 months
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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)
PART ONE: ONE NIGHT STAND
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Smut, Age Gap
Notes/Background:
As mentioned before, I have decided to rewrite this story which is a story I have become invested in. I made some changes to the background, location and interactions between my characters so that I can follow a story outline and whilst the reader in this fic has a very specific racial and social economic background, I decided to use reference to “you” and “Y/N”. I hope no one is put off by this.
The fic plays in 2022 and, in midst of going through separation, Cillian has decided to take six months off from acting in order to volunteer at the Gaiety Theatre’s School of Acting, located in the heart of Dublin.
The following characters are relevant to this story:
Cillian (46)
In this fictional piece, Cillian is 46.  Just six weeks ago, he moved out of his material home following yet another argument with his wife Danielle who, just like him, works in the industry. She is an actress.
He now rents an apartment in Dublin while going through the initial stages of divorce and, whilst he is struggling to adapt to his new life, he knows that it had been coming. Their marriage had been in distress for the past two years, ever since Danielle cheated on him with another actor while on set.
Danielle (42)
Danielle is Cillian’s soon to be ex-wife. She, too, is struggling to adapt to the new living arrangements but has already gone on a few dates in order to get her mind of the separation.
Danielle will play an important part later in this fic.
Dermont (50)
Just like in real life, Dermont is Cillian’s friend who has been trying hard to get Cillian to go out and let his hair down.
Dermont too is married, with children, and will play an important part throughout this fic.
Nina (13)
Nina is Cillian’s daughter who he sees occasionally now that his wife makes it difficult for him to gain access to his children. Nina, however, has her own mind and does what she wants, causing some trouble for both of her parents.
Nina’s biggest passion is dancing and she attends an elite program at the Dublin Academy of Dance. The lessons take place twice per week, after school.
Nina also has a close relationship with Cillian’s mother, aka Grandma Murphy.
Max (16)
Max is Cillian’s son and spends a little more time with his father than his mother would like. At 16, he too does his own thing and, just like his father, he enjoys acting.
Kit (32)
Kit is Cillian’s personal assistant and will play a bigger part in this fic later on.
James (24)
James is your on and off boyfriend throughout this fic and attends acting classes with you.
Lorraine (23)
Lorraine is one of your friends. Lorraine also attends acting class with you.
Emma (23)
Emma is your best friend. You share a small studio apartment with her which, essentially, is all you can afford. Emma moved to Ireland with you in 2019 after you both received an international scholarship through an UNESCO project. Both of you migrated to America as children, without parents, and went through the so-called foster system there. You never found a real home back in the US and Emma was always the one who kept you in check and, whilst you were dedicated to your work, you did some things in your teens of which you were not exactly proud of.
You (22)
After having been in and out of foster care in the US, in 2019, you moved to Ireland through a scholarship program.
You are interested in literature, theatre, acting, music and, in particular, dancing.
You are an incredible dancer and teach ballet and contemporary dance to students at the Dublin Dance Academy after spending most of your days at the Gaiety Theatre’s School of Acting, learning how to act on stage.
You are in your final year of studies and your dream is to act, on stage, in front of a large audience. Unfortunatly for you though, you are rather self-conscious about your past and sometimes struggle with confidence.
What you do not know however is that your life is about too change following a night out in Temple Bar with your best friend. You will leave your past behind and become more confident with the help of someone who you never thought you could connect with.
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‘Common Cill! You need to get out of the house and have some fun. Let’s go for a pint. Or two…’ Dermont said to his friend as they were sitting on the couch, talking about how Cillian’s wife had caused some problems again with the children’s school. Cillian was frustrated and the exhaustion was written on his face.
He felt depressed and upset that it had come to this as, for years, he tried hard to stay with Danielle for his children’s sake. Eventually though, he gave up and this meant that he could see his children less often now, only three out of seven days per week, unless, of course, Danielle changed her plans.
After twenty years, the love was gone and so was the passion. Danielle was no longer loyal to him and Cillian had to revaluate his life at the age of 46. The two of them fought a lot and this affected the children who, just last week, said to Cillian’s mother that they were glad for the fact that their parents had finally called it quits.
Ever since their separation though, Cillian acted like hermit and stayed at home. He watched TV or listened to music, not feeling the need to go out until, eventually, his best friend had enough of it.
“I don’t know pal. I am not in the mood” was what Cillian said while Dermont barged into his friend bedroom and opened up the cabinet, looking for something for Cillian to wear.
“Too bad. We are going out. I am not taking no for an answer” Dermont responded before telling his mate to go and shower which, eventually, he did.
YOUR POV
It was Thursday evening, around 6 o’clock when you sat in the university library and packed up your books and laptop before making your way to Temple Bar. As usual, you were late and your friend Emma was probably already waiting for you.
Ten minutes later, she indeed greeted you at the door of the overcrowded pub, telling you that you were being impolite for keeping her waiting.
“I am sorry. I got caught up reading. Drama School is back next week and I need to be prepared” you said, apologising to your friend before giving her a tight hug.
“Nah, don’t apologise. I was just teasing you. I couldn’t possibly be angry at you” she smiled in response and, the truth was that, instead of being angry, she felt truly sorry for you.
You had recently broken up with James again and the break up itself was a difficult one. You were on and off, breaking up continuously, but this time you were certain not to go back to him. He had cheated on you after you had been with him for three years and the fact that he could do something so cruel broke you.
In the end, however, you stopped drowning yourself in self-pity and when Emma called you up, suggesting a girls’ night out, you agreed to join in.
Unfortunatly for you, however, your other friends, Nora and Lorraine did not come. They both attended Drama School with you and decided to see a play at the Gaiety, which was something you couldn’t afford to do. Thus, it was just you and Emma and Emma was certainly the odd one out between the four of you.
She was not in the same class with you and the others but, instead, studied fashion design worked as a bartender in Chelsea. She had dropped out of Drama School last year and was funky, outgoing and somewhat weird.
“So, are you ready to get tanked?” Emma asked as you simply stood there when you walked in, still pondering about your failed relationship.
“I rarely ever drink Emma” you reminded her and, the truth was, that you didn’t like to go out to bars and pubs either. You much rather sat at home with a good book in your hand while listening to some music.
“Well, too bad! Go and find a seat for us. We are going to get drunk and bitch about everything we hate about men, and believe me, I have a long list" Emma joked before disappearing into the crowd in order to fetch you a drink.
Just as Emma walked off, you looked around to see if you could find a table inside the crowded room but, to your disappointment, most of them were already taken.
It was a long weekend so the fact that most people were out drinking did not really surprise you and, when Emma returned with drinks in her hand, you could not help but laugh. She had purchased the most ridiculous looking cocktails, featuring both, a lot of cream on top and a Hawaiian style umbrella sticking out to the side. They were sickening to say the least but, unbeknownst to you, each of them had at least three shots of tequila.
“What is this? It looks and tastes awful” you then told her after you took a first sip from the large glass before, suddenly, you felt a slight nudge on your back which, ultimately, caused you to tumble forward and slosh your drink all over your friend’s shirt.
"Fuck” you spat as the man behind you who clearly ignored you even after running into you, so you turned around and scowled him.  
‘An apology would have been nice’ you said with frustration as Emma was drying off her shirt.
‘An apology?’ he asked with a thick Irish accent before telling you that it was you who stepped back and pushed into him and his friend.
“I did not!” you said before you swallowed nervously. “You ran into me” you then pointed out again as your eyes were drawn to the stranger’s eyes. They were several shades of blue, just like the deep of the ocean. You had a thing for men with big and beautiful eyes and despite your annoyance with this stranger, you had to admit that he was rather attractive.
He was Irish for sure. His accent was strong and his skin was pale, featuring many tiny little freckles. He had slightly greying hair which were not too short and not too long either. They looked a little messy but this style was exactly what suited him.
He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that looked a little worn around the knee area. His boots, too, were worn but probably expensive, made from brown leather and, around his right wrist, he wore a basic watch and on the other, he featured a leather band.
"Well, okay. I am sorry, alright? I don’t need an argument right now” the stranger said while you assessed him and it was obvious to both of your friend that you had caught each other’s attention. This handsome stranger was looking at you just as you were looking at him and his friend decided to take the lead.  
“Yes, my friend here can be a little clumsy at times” he said to you before shaking your hand and introducing himself.
“I am Dermont by the way and I am less clumsy than my friend here who, as an apology, will buy you a drink” he joked, causing the blue-eyed stranger to furrow his eyebrows.
“I will?” he asked Dermont who gave him a quick a but reassuring nod.  
“A drink would be nice. I am Y/N and this Emma” you said before shaking both of men’s hands and then asking for the other man’s name.
“And you? What’s your name?” you wanted to know.
“Cillian” the stranger responded and, after you told him that it was nice to meet him, Dermont prompted you both to follow them to the bar, which was when Cillian pulled his friend aside, asking him in a whisper about what he was doing.
“Helping you out with the ladies, mate. The one wearing the dress has caught your attention and there is no reason for you not to pursue her now that you are single again” Dermont whispered back while Cillian quickly shook his head.
“There is! She is in her mid-twenties at the most which is too fucking young” Cillian pointed out but Dermont was determined to make it happen anyway.
“Yeah, and? You don’t have to marry her. Just have some fun. Let loose. Take her home. I don’t know” Dermont said before making an interesting observation. “Despite, she clearly has no idea who you are so this is a huge bonus” Dermont told him before turning to you again and asking you what you wanted to drink.
“Gin and tonic would be nice” you said shyly before thanking him for the gesture.
“And your friend? What will she have?” he then asked for politeness sake but Emma was still not impressed by what happened.
“Nothing. I think I am leaving. I am all sticky and wet” Emma said angrily to the man who was looking at her somewhat dumbfounded now, which is when you spoke up and smiled.
‘Listen. She has had a bad day so, would you give us a minute please?’ you asked, not wanting the men to leave just yet.
You had your eyes on the clumsy blue-eyed stranger and, albeit the fact that he was clearly at least twice your age, he was cute, handsome and intriguing.  
“I got to go home Y/N. I smell of Tequila now. It is gross. I am sorry, but you are coming with me, right? I cannot leave you here by yourself” Emma told you quietly but you shook your head.
“Would you mind if I stayed? These guys look harmless and the clumsy one is kind of cute” you asked before glancing over to the stranger again, causing Emma to furrow her eyebrows.
“He is twice your age” she pointed out.
“And your point is?” you chuckled before you gave her a cheeky smile.
“Okay. He is attractive. I give you that. But you need to be careful, alright? He might be married or weird. Or possibly both” Emma lectured you and you raised a very important question, which clearly outlined your intentions to her.
“He doesn’t wear a wedding ring so I doubt that he is married” you pointed out before looking over towards the blue eyed stranger again and, immediately, your eyes met his. “So let’s say that he isn’t married or weird, would it be wrong if I was to hook up with him just for one night? I never had a one night stand before but he’s really hot and I really need to get over James. This could really help, you know…” you said, causing Emma to laugh.
‘It’s not wrong to have a one night stand silly. You are young and should let your hair down once in a while. James has been holding you back so I would say, go for it…” she told you, giving you the reassurance you needed.
“Now go and get him tiger. And text me if you are not coming home so that I know that you are safe” Emma then said and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her.
“Yes mum” you joked before giving her a hug and disappearing into the crowd again to follow the stranger.
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After a minute or so, you approached Cillian again. He was holding a gin and tonic in one hand and a pint of Guinness in the other. His somewhat random friend had disappeared and, without questioning him about it, you took your drink from his hand and walked over towards a quieter area with him.
“I am sorry about your friend” Cillian then said carefully while you smiled at him and leaned back against the wall.
“It’s fine, really” you told him almost shyly as he glanced at you with those sparkling blue eyes. They were large and magical and blended in nicely with his pale freckled skin.
“Where did your friend go?” you then asked while secretly hoping that he too had taken off.
“His wife called. He had to leave and told me to apologise to you for not saying goodbye” Cillian explained and you quickly realised that this was a set up.
“Really? His wife called, huh?” you thus teased, causing Cillian to laugh.
“Yes. That’s what he said. Although, to tell you the truth, I think that he was trying to set us up so, if you prefer, we can just leave it at that and go our separate ways” Cillian then said with great honesty and your jaw dropped.
“I knew it” you then laughed in response while trying hard to look surprised.  
“How so?” Cillian asked.
“You aren’t a good actor. I didn’t believe you for a second when you said that his wife called. He told you to say that, didn’t he?” you chuckled causing the handsome stranger to furrow his eyebrows.
“I am not a good actor?” he asked. He was surprised by your statement but now knew for sure that you really had no idea who he was.
“No” you said, earning you a chuckle.
“Well, I suppose I wasn’t trying to put on an act” Cillian pointed out with laughter.
“Okay. Fair enough” you responded.  “So, are you married?” you then asked, wanting to make sure.
“Why would my friend be trying to set me up with you if I was married?” Cillian asked surprised, chuckling again.
“I don’t know, but these things happen, so I want to be cautious. It just doesn’t make sense for someone like you to be single, you know…” you stammered before realising that you must have sounded like an idiot right now.
“Someone like me?” Cillian chuckled before answering your question. “I separated from wife six weeks ago, so I am single but, to be clear, I am also not interested in dating right now” he then pointed out with more seriousness and you smiled.
“Good. Because neither am I” you explained and, after a while, you got talking about more entertaining topics like books, music and even art.
Just like you, he was obsessed with literature and theatrics. He loved music and music was what you talked about the most. You learned that he had children and you told him about having migrated to Ireland from the US.
Talking with Cillian was fun. He seemed educated and very smart. He was funny too and, after about three drinks and endless conversations, you ended up asking about his age. You were curious and learned that he was in his mid-forties but, when he asked you about your age, you lied.
“I am 29” you said, making yourself a whooping six years older than you actually were.
“Really? 29?” he asked over yet another drink and you nodded shyly.
“Yes. Why?” you asked and he smiled.
“You look much younger” he admitted and you bit your tongue. You knew that lying was wrong but you also knew that, if you had told him your real age, the night may have ended right then and there. There was no way he would have been interested in you if he knew that you were half his age.
In the end, he believed you and, within the next half an hour or so, you were both up to your fourth drink and this is when Cillian glanced into your eyes and saw some uncertainty laced with a heavy dosing of lust.
But lust, you saw in his eyes as well and it did not take him long to close the last inch of air in between you and felt you jump at the contact.
“Do you want to go somewhere else? Maybe somewhere a little quieter?” he then asked after almost two hours of talking and drinking, which, really, turned out to be exactly what you were waiting for. He had never done this before but also knew that he had nothing to lose. He wanted to take his chances with you and knew that it would, possibly, lead to more.
“Yes. Sure. Where do you want to go?” you then stammered as his eyes just dropped to your mouth again before, slowly, he leaned in, his lips just millimetres from yours now without touching them yet.
“Where do you live?” he then asked carefully, almost whispering the words into your ear and thereby testing the waters, but you knew that you could not have taken him home with you as you were living with your friend in a tiny studio apartment.
“Darndale, but my place is being renovated at the moment” you lied again. “How about you?” you then asked and he smiled.
“Not far from here” he told you with a hint of reluctance as well and, when you suggested for him to show you his place, he nodded carefully.
“Okay. Yes. Let’s get a taxi?” he asked and, once again you smiled and gave him a reluctant nod.
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After you got into the taxi and Cillian gave the taxi-driver his address, it did not take you both very long before you finally started to make out.
The sexual tension that had built up between you was unreal and, just as you sat there, next to this stranger, like a shy little girl, his hand came to caress your leg as if this was the most normal thing to do.
He had a certainty about him which both intrigued and aroused you and, just as his fingers traced over your skin, he could feel you trembling.
As your tainted breath became shaky, Cillian leaned towards you, this time to taste the remnants of the liquor from your lips, and you let him.
His actions caught you by surprise but you gave into the kiss nonetheless. It felt good, incredible, and passionate.
After kissing your lips for a few minutes in the back of the taxi, Cillian then leaned down further and helped himself to the delicate skin along your neck. He kissed and licked and sucked at the sensitive skin until you were writhing and making impatient little sounds from your throat. He then buried one hand into your hair and attacked your mouth again, capturing those rosy red lips with his ow.
His tongue soon demanded entrance and you were in no position to refuse. Your hands grasped at Cillian’s body as you gave into the onslaught of his tongue, darting in and out, teasing and caressing until both of you were breathless. Cillian’s mouth tasted sweet and yet bitter, the liquor still lingering on his lips. It tasted so good and you wanted more.
You were moaning freely against his mouth, your hands taking on a life of their own to roam across his back which is when Cillian broke the kiss and flirting time was over.
The taxi pulled up in front of his apartment building and you stepped out together and walked through the lobby.
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The building itself was much fancier than what you were used to and, after less than a minute, you arrived at the elevator and Cillian pushed the button. Your heart was beating fast in your chest now and, just as you waited, you turned towards Cillian and pressed your lips against his again.
Without reluctance, he deepened the kiss and began to gently probe your mouth with his tongue. His hands roamed your body, caressing and kneading and you pulled yourself up against him feeling the length of him against your leg.
It was almost like the beast within you both had been unleashed at the same time and, when the elevator's bell chimed and the doors opened wide, you both stumbled into his penthouse.
His hands were on you in an instant again and the erotic sensation of this man’s touch alone sent a quiver through your body. He was so much older than you and, yet, you kissed and caressed each other like two teenagers in heat.
“I never…you know” you stammered nervously as Cillian’s hands were everywhere as you somehow managed to find your way in to his bedroom within mere seconds.  
“You never had a one-night stand?” he asked just as you found yourself being pinned against the wall in the heat of the moment.
“No. Never” you responded, knowing very well that this was all this was going to be. A one-night stand. Nothing more and nothing less. That was what you both wanted and he made sure for you to know that before he took you upstairs.
“Do you want to stop?” he thus asked gently but you shook your head. You did not want him to stop. He made you feel good. Too good.
‘No’ you whispered eventually as you moaned with lust when his lips connected with yours again and you swung your arms around his neck, tugging on his curls.
You kissed and then caressed each other while you began to grind yourself against him, feeling the length of his hard cock through the denim of the jeans.
“Fuck. You are something else. Simply stunning” Cillian then whispered into your ear after nibbling on it gently, eliciting another loud moan from you.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this kind of thing before?” he then teased and you shyly shook your head.
‘No, but I want to. I want you to fuck me. Right now” you whispered, running your hand over his crotch and it was becoming way too difficult for Cillian to control himself now. He wanted you as much as you wanted him.
‘Good. Because I am unable to hold back much longer’ he then said before spinning you around, which is when, finally, you got a good look at where you would be experiencing your first time with anyone but James.
To your surprise, Cillian’s bed looked like something out of a magazine with a white comforter and an abundance of pillows resting against a large wooden headboard that arched backward toward the wall. Lamps on either side of the bed cast a warm yellow light around the room, making the entire space feel soft.
Just as you looked at it, the blue-eyed stranger came up behind you, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear again “let me take this off for you”
The man’s hands then went to the back of your dress where he released the zipper and, just as he did, you pushed the fabric to the floor and stepped out of it before kicking off your shoes. You were now undressed, wearing nothing more than a pair of black lace panties, and then, when you turned around to face this much older man again, his eyes went straight to your naked breasts.
‘Fuck, they are perfect’ he said almost inadvertently as he caressed your firm flesh before, finally, pulling each of your nipples slightly.
‘They aren’t too bad’ you giggled as his hands massaged your firm numbs before they wandered deeper and deeper until he made contact with your lace covered core.
“Lay down for me” he then ordered as your breathing increased with the sudden flash of heat radiating from both of your bodies. You could feel his eyes on your breasts still as you complied with his request and climbed on the bed.
“As you wish” you stammered nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t realise how inexperienced you truly were. You had only had sex with one man before and you most certainly were not in your late twenties, which is what you had told him earlier that night.
As you laid there though, you watched as the handsome stranger began to undress himself as well and, when his shirt finally came off, you could see his pale freckled skin which aroused you. His chest was covered with a patch of hair, some brown and some grey, matching the grey streaks of hair on his head. Then, there was also some hair which traced downwards from his belly button and you could not wait to see more.
‘You are fucking perfect’ the stranger told you as you looked at him with lust and hunger and, just as you thought you couldn’t get any more excited, he pushed down his briefs and revealed his raging erection to you which was glistening with precum already.
It stood up proudly and you realised that, unlike you, he was comfortable with being completely naked like this. He was bigger than James which, too, aroused you but also made you blush and panic a little.
You starred, and starred and still starred at his cock when he finally joined you on bed with a sleek smile on his face.
As soon as he landed on bed with you, his lips connected with yours again but, this time around, there was some more force and urgency to his kisses. He demanded you to part your lips and you complied, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth just far enough to touch yours.
He flicked it up and down quickly while pulling himself further into your core which, ultimately, pushed you onto the back of the bed.
Despite the heat and passion, the stranger remained rather calm and you loved that and hated it at the same time. You could not help but want to speed him up as you could already feel your heart pounding rapidly and vibrating through your chest. But he clearly had experience and knew not to rush it even despite the fact that you were both slightly drunk.
“Your lips are perfect. So soft and sweet. I could kiss you all night” the man then marvelled and you smiled as no one had ever kissed you like this, not even your boyfriend.
“You should. You are incredibly good at this” you stammered and then you shivered again as you felt his fingertips squeeze your hips.
“At what?” he asked just after you sucked his bottom lip between yours and grazed your teeth as deep as they would naturally go. You felt his jaw clench. In fact, you felt every muscle in his body tensing and then tensing more.
“At kissing me. In fact, I don’t think anyone else has ever kissed me like this before” you said shyly as your ankles were now locked behind the stranger’s knees and you didn’t remember consciously placing them there but, then again, you didn’t remember consciously doing anything since the moment you kissed him.
“That’s good. Then, perhaps I should kiss more than just your lips, shouldn’t I?” he then teased and, immediately, your hand pulled him by the nape of his neck further, right back against your mouth.
“You should kiss every part of my body” you confirmed and the stranger groaned against your lips with pleasure before moving his hands from your hips down your thigh tusking as much pressure as he could manage before he spread his fingers out as he journeyed just as ferociously back up.
“Every part you say?” he then teased as you tilted your head back, closing your eyes and using your sense of touch to the full while inhaling his scent.
“Yes, every part” you moaned and he looked up, seeing your soft closed eyes and plump lips in ecstasy and his view trailed down your neck and between your breasts.
“Very well then” he said as his hands slid around your back and he gripped the small of your back with his powerful fingertips.
The stranger soon felt you shiver and let his tongue slid up from the centre of your collar bone to the centre of your throat where he felt you suddenly gulp.
He sure was good at this, good at teasing you and he knew it too as he had a slight chuckle at your reaction to his touch and kisses.
You moaned loudly as he kissed you everywhere, which was something that sent shivers down his spine and yours. At same time, in between his assault on your tender skin, you smiled against his, trailing kisses over his throat and to his ear.
Lips and hands were everywhere now and his hands pressed firmly against your skin as he explored your body. He started at your thighs and pressed into your tight belly. He completely encased your rib cage with his large hands before lightening his touch as he began to caress your breasts.
‘Please don’t stop’ you moaned as, finally, the stranger hoovered over you and you were laying under him.
He then made it priority to grab your face with both hands and hold you in the longest, hottest kiss he knew you would ever have. He kissed down your neck and you used your strength in your arms and legs to press yourself up into his mouth until, finally, he let his tongue flick over one of your nipples.
‘God yes’ you moaned.  It was too much for you to try and keep your hands from his body and you fought to keep your hands from trembling at the least as you streamed your fingers through his hair and made a request by tugging him further into your breast. He complied willingly, for a moment but was soon lost over your long flat stomach that he could feel quiver under his tongue. It was unlike anything else you had ever felt before and he hasn’t even gotten to your sex yet.
"What are you going to do to me?” you moaned and this stranger well and truly adored how nervous you were and how much you wanted him at the same time. You were a quivering mess and his lips and fingers did not relent.
‘Well, hopefully, I am going to make you cum” he mused, making you realise that, indeed, he knew very well what he was doing to you and your body, playing it like an instrument and tuning it to his will.
‘With, uhm…what…?” you huffed out as you could barely focus your eyes as you looked down at him just as his hands melted into your panties and lifted you up by the ass in order to take them off.
“I want to taste you and make you cum with my mouth” he clarified as his face was so close to your aching core and you gave up trying to watch him when your vision blurred from the throbbing heat wave through your body.
When this handsome stranger finally pulled down your lace panties, you heard a high pitched squeal that, a moment later, you realised came from your clenched teeth.
‘Fuck, you are perfect everywhere, aren’t you?’ he then said with a low and dark voice while glancing at your aching pussy before, with the width of his shoulders, he pushed your knees apart, opening you wide for him as he kissed you just above your core, causing you to moan.  
‘You are so wet already. I can see it’ he then said and you shuddered at his hot breath against your pussy and soon felt his fingers join in, running gently over your soaking mound.  
“Oh god. Please” you then, finally, shouted, a gasp and yell all wrapped up together, as his wet tongue lapped at you, long steady strokes over your entire wetness while he held your lips open with two of his fingers.
‘That feels so good’ you moaned as his tongue circled around your clit, flicking at it, then returned lower to slide inside you as far as he could go, then back up again to your clit.
Your hips involuntarily started pushing up against him and it wasn’t long until the feeling of him pleasing you like this became too much for you to bear. Trying to hold back, you shifted and squirmed beneath him and an involuntary scream escaped you.
‘It’s too much” you moaned as he used his hands to spread you open even wider while circling your clit. No one had ever pleasured you like this before and you bucked, writhing against him as his tongue ran over it.
“I can’t, you need to stop, oh my god please” you fought with yourself, denying yourself what you craved the most. You could cum right then and there, explode against Cillian’s lips with desire, but it felt too heavenly and too intense. You did not know if you could withstand it, feeling overstimulated already.
“You can” the stranger whispered while pressing two of his fingers inside of you, pushing them right up against your g-spot as he watched you arch your back and cling on to the sheets.
“Please. I can’t…” you screamed out, moaning, your legs quivering.
“Yes, you can” he repeated with a sly smile before continuing his onslaught on your sex.
‘Fuck, oh god” you screamed again, still trying to fight your own release which felt too intense and too surreal.
“Give in to it and let me give you what you need" the stranger then told you and, with that, you knew that he wouldn’t stop until you came. So, you decided to let go for him even if that meant that you may make a fool of yourself.
As his mouth returned to your mound and his tongue kept on at you, you felt yourself climbing and climbing and climbing towards the unfamiliar feeling. And, when he finally sucked your clit into his mouth again, you were sent over the edge.
‘Fuck! Oh god! Cillian’ you moaned as your orgasm washed over you and your legs began to quiver. Your body shook uncontrollably and your hands came flying down, getting caught in the stranger’s hair, pressing him against your sex before pulling him away again.
“Enough! Please” you choked as he wouldn’t relent and continued to suck and lick until you slowly calmed down.
‘See, I told you, you could do it’ the man then chuckled and you could not help but laugh and cry all at the same time.
‘Fuck’ you gasped. ‘I didn’t expect to cum like this” you stammered nervously, causing the stranger to smile and look at you with both, admiration and confusion.
‘Then what did you expect?’ he teased before he moved up and kissed your lips hard, making you taste yourself on his lips.
‘Not sure, actually. I just never had an orgasm from oral sex before’ you stammered nervously after he pulled away from you and used his palms to spread your lips.
‘Really?’ he asked, adoring your shyness and you nodded before moving your hand to his cock.
“Really” you said while stroking his cock, eliciting soft moans from him. “But I still need you inside of me. I want to feel you” you then told him while he positioned himself between your legs.
“Do you have condoms?” Cillian then asked, seeing that he was entirely unprepared for this.
‘No, but I am on the pill” you said nervously, knowing that things were about to become real. He was going to slide into you and you were nervous about it for some reason.
‘Good’ he responded. ‘I can’t wait to feel you’ Cillian then said as he ran his hands up the inside of your thighs, sliding them toward your pussy before using his fingers to spread your labia slowly and gently, dipping his index finger inside to cover it in your slippery juices again.
‘Please. Stop teasing” you moaned as Cillian moved the tip of his finger upward to find your clit, which had grown under the excitement and was now protruding from the protection of its hood. The sweet smell of sex filled his nostrils as he made small, slow circles with his finger.
‘So impatient aren’t we’ Cillian teased while angling his length downward to touch its head against the lips of your pussy. It was like a drug to watch himself rubbing against you, coating the head of his penis in a sheen of your slippery wetness.
‘Yes, please. I want your cock inside of me’ you begged again as you thrust with your hips forward, wanting him to penetrate you and, after a little more teasing, so he did.
“Like this?” Cillian teased as, slowly, but surely, he entered you and you moaned at the sensation.
“Oh god yes, fuck” you cried as he stretched you and began thrusting in and out of you almost right away after you pushed yourself against him.
‘God you are so tight’ Cillian groaned as he watched himself slide into and back out of your pussy. His cock was shiny, coated with your natural lubrication as he began to fuck you and, soon, his thrusts became harder and faster.
‘I feel so full…This feels so good…’ you moaned as ecstasy came in quick hot waves as the stranger pumped into you and you began to moan louder than before. You experienced an uncontrollable urge to howl that you could barely hold back and the stranger then suddenly gripped you as tightly as he could manage.
You both used every muscle in your bodies to create one living, writhing creature rather than two. Eventually, you cried out too loudly though and the man took you with the deepest most passionate kiss he ever possessed as you spiralled into a lazy heap.
‘You are taking my cock so well…’ the stranger groaned after a while and then he lifted upward, prompting you to raise your knees off the bed.
‘Fuck’ he continued on as he pressed into you again and you lifted your legs completely in to the air. He grabbed your ankles and held them in the air above his shoulders, continuing to thrust with the same speed and energy as before. Bringing your feet closer together increased the tightness for both of them. Spreading your legs apart gave him the entire view of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy and provided more stimulation for your clit which is when, without warning, you came hard.
‘Oh my fucking god’ you screamed and, as the muscles in your pussy tightened around his cock, the handsome stranger slowed his thrusts leaving himself almost all the way inside you. You let out a long, loud moan again and then bent your knees and pressed them tightly together, with your whole-body quivering.
He kept his swollen cock deep inside your as he felt the muscles inside your pussy squeeze him tight. He could feel several distinct strong squeezes amidst the overall tightness. Then you gradually softened before going completely loose. He rubbed your upper arms finding that they had exploded in goosebumps. He pressed his body forward as you relaxed your knees, sliding to lay himself on top of you. He kissed you first on the mouth and then on the sides of your neck, just under your ears.
‘You look so sexy when you cum’ he then said as, over the next few minutes, he mapped out a field of kisses across your neck and collar bone. He placed his kisses like stepping-stones in a slow, connected, but wandering path. Passionate. Loving. His erection was holding strong inside your warm pussy, but he hadn't moved his hips at all and you began to kiss him back, first slowly, then more rapidly. He felt your knees lift off the bed as you slid your hands down his back, grabbing his butt. Even though he was still completely inserted, you pulled him tight against you. You were ready for more.
“Can you cum again for me?” he then asked but you weren’t sure. You never came more than once, so you doubted your ability to cum a third time.
‘I don’t know’ you admitted, but the stranger smiled.
‘Well, we will see, won’t we?’ he teased before pulling out of you after all
"I want to fuck you from behind. Common” he then said as he sat up on his knees and you rolled over and positioned yourself on all fours.
His cock had softened slightly while you had stopped fucking, but it was now back to being fully erect. He watched the tip bounce slightly as it pulsed in time with his heartbeat. It looked and felt thicker than usual.
‘Fuck, look at this pussy of yours. You are soaking’ he groaned as he put his cock in his hand and positioned himself behind you. He angled himself downward to meet your inviting pussy and then he pushed in, with one single thrust.
He felt as though he was able to penetrate you more deeply in this position and, with each consequent thrust forward, you shrieked as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.
Your bones seemed to ache from the feeling of his stomach muscles clenching hard against your back as he rutted into you. You pushed your ass back against him, and you found your rhythm, bodies slapping, panting and grunting in the dim light of his bedroom.
The pleasure was overwhelming and, every time you were about to cum, he teased you and slowed his movements.
You had both hit a plateau where everything seemed sensational but you could not last much longer.
"Fuck me hard. I want to cum again” you gasped and so he did. You requesting him to fuck your harder had provided that extra bit of stimulation that was ultimately too much. In an instant, he shifted from feeling like he could last forever and was now into impending orgasm countdown. He wanted to hold off long enough for you to cum together, and he was suddenly very close. But so were you. Again.
“Fuck, you feel so good” he groaned as he spread his knees a bit wider so he would be lower, and his angle of penetration would rub closer to your clit.
“I am so close again” you then moaned as he also shortened his thrusts so the head of his cock would come completely out of your pussy and then only go about half-way back in. He let go of your hips and bent over to cup your breasts while kissing your back.
‘Then let go for me’ he groaned as he, too, was about to explode and raised his torso back up and pulled himself completely out of your pussy.
The air of the room felt cold against his cock compared to the heat from inside you. He used his hand to rub the swollen head of his cock up and down against your pussy lips teasing you, but you pushed backwards and engulfed him again.  
"Fuck me hard," you repeated, almost yelling.
"What's that? You want me to fuck you hard?" he asked, pulling out again.
"Yes," You answered with a moaning voice. "Please."
"With this?" he asked, tapping the head of his cock against your pussy.
"Yes. Fuck me with your cock. Hard and fast” you gasped and, with that, he roughly pushed back into your wetness, spearing you on as your mind bubbling orgasm overwhelmed you.
You suddenly screamed, shivered and convulsed in orgasmic bliss and it was when you fully gave into him, that Cillian reached his high as well, filling you with his warm seed.
‘Fuck, that’s it’ he groaned as he thrusted back in. His shaft began to throb and he felt himself spurt once as he thrust in, then again as he pulled back. He continued to feel pulses of his orgasm come faster than he could fuck you now but you were past it. You were at your peak and the sensations of your pussy changed again, prolonging your orgasm, as he pushed through his own load inside of you. It was a fantastically satisfying feeling. As the pulsing continued, he wondered how much cum he was leaving inside you. It felt like a lot.
‘Jesus. God. Stop please’ you moaned as it became too much and he slowed down. His cum had leaked down his shaft and was covering the entirety of his cock, your pussy and its lips, pushing out on the sides of your tight hole as he finally withdrew from you.
After he pulled out, some streaks of your combined juices poured out of your slit and onto the sheets which, for some reason, felt incredibly satisfying.
‘Now this was not how I had expected tonight to turn out’ Cillian then said as he looked down on you with even more lust after you collapsed onto the bed, still panting and with your legs spread. Seeing his achievement aroused him all over again and he took his fingers to spread the lips of your pussy apart to get a better look.
‘Me neither’ you confirmed just as Cillian pushed two fingers into you and, you couldn’t help but shriek for which he appeared delighted.
When he pulled them out, they were covered in cum and you looked at him and yourself before reaching for his hand and guiding it to your mouth.
‘Jesus, really?’ he asked surprised as you stuck out your tongue and licked his fingers clean.
‘Really. I wanted to see what you taste like’ you winked and, just as you had sucked your combined juices from his fingers, he kissed you again passionately, tasting you and himself on your lips.
‘You are in for a long night’ he then warned you and you could see that he was already hardening again which certainly surprised you for a man in his mid-forties. He was clearly eager to make the most of this one-night stand and so were you.
With that, you both rolled out of bed and made your way into the shower for round two and then returned to the bed for round three.
Round four and five then took place in the morning and, after hours of passionate sex, a lack of sleep and Cillian cooking you some breakfast, it was time for you to leave.
‘Will I see you again?’ you asked as you were about to head out of the door. You hoped that he would be giving you his number after the amazing night you had shared but, unfortunately for you, he was true to his word.
This was nothing more than a one-night stand for him. He was not interested in dating again, nor was he ready to date anyone just yet. He told you this and that, in his opinion, you were far too young for him, though he did not even know your real age yet.
You accepted his position and kissed him once more before leaving his apartment, somewhat saddened by the fact that he did not want another date with you.
All you knew about him was his first name and the fact that he was incredible in bed. You knew that you would never see him again and, with this in mind, you soon returned to your old habits.
Over the next week, while pondering on about the handsome stranger you’ve met and shared a night with, you got back together with James. Much to the dislike of your friends, you were stuck in a cycle again and could not break it. James, once again, had a hold on you and after yet another argument with him, you made your way to Drama School on Monday with some bad temper and anger.
You enrolled into a new class and rocked up late and somewhat unprepared while your two friends were already waiting for you, in the hall next to the lecture room which is where you had to sign in.
‘Guess what?’ one of them said but you were too tired and depressed to take guesses. You were up all night again, in tears, as James was keeping taps on you and this was something you did not like.
‘I am not in the mood’ you thus said while looking through your schedule.
‘We have a new teacher for our practical work and he is fucking hot’ Lorraine said, while your other friend rolled her eyes.
‘He’s not that hot’ she said, sighing while looking at you. Clearly, you were not listening.
‘God, did you even watch Peaky Blinders?’ Lorraine then asked you both without getting an answer for you.
‘No, should I have watched it?’ your other friend then asked.
‘Yes. It is a brilliant show. He is brilliant. Hot and single’ Lorraine said like an eager little schoolgirl.
‘And old’ your other friend pointed out.
‘Y/N hooked up with a mid-forty-year-old guy a week ago and she said she had the best sex ever, so don’t knock it before you have tried it, isn’t that right Y/N?’ Lorraine teased but you did not respond. You had other things on your mind until, suddenly, you saw a familiar face in the distance, talking to the principal of the drama school.
‘Y/N?’ your friend then said, nudging your shoulder but all this did was make you drop your books. Your mouth stood open, gaping, as your eyes followed the principal and her companion.
‘Y/N! What’s wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?’ Lorraine laughed and you sure did.
‘Something like that’ you said while pointing to the principal and the handsome stranger by her side.
‘That’s Cillian Murphy. He is our new prac teacher’ Lorraine giggled and then you dropped your coffee too.
‘Fuck’ you said.
To be continued…
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yungbludz · 11 months
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The Adeyemi’s — JB
AUTHOR: this is for @paradisehamilton who’s been asking me for a jude fic since always. I hate how it turned out but let me know what you guys think
SUMMARY: […] you say, you want all of me today, but tomorrow's not the same. My feelings never change. What do you want from me? […]
WARNINGS: angst, smut, +18, nsfw content
DISCLAIMER: karim here is 23
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Karim had a twin sister. They were heterozygous twins so they could pass by as simple siblings. But they weren’t. Everyone on the Borussia Dortmund team seemed to know about it, except for someone who was keen on making a fool of himself every so often. It was during one of the first matches at the start of September 2022. Y/n had decided to surprise her twin by coming to the game. She sat in the box, the black and yellow jersey with the 27 printed on her back hugged her body. It wasn’t cold yet in Germany but it definitely was cooler than in Spain— where she came from. Karim didn’t see his sister as much as he used to due to his job in Germany and hers around the world. The match was over before she even realized and she was making her way down to meet her twin when she stumbled across someone.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” She smiled whilst apologizing to the tall man. He turned around, bluntly checking her out. Y/n figured out he was one of her brother’s teammate by the kit he wore. The black and yellow combination complimented his skin, but the whole uniform hugged his body in the perfect way. She openly let her eyes travel from his face to hi thighs, checking him out as well. His lips curved into a smirk.
“It’s okay, love. I’m Jude by the way.” He finally spoke. His tone exuded confidence and cockiness. A deadly combination for a pretty face like his. Y/n remotely remembered his name from one of Karim’s stories. She could finally put a face to the name, cursing herself for not having come earlier to one of the matches.
“Y/n, nice to meet you, Jude. English?” She asked, recognizing the accent. The brunette chuckled and nodded. She quickly wondered if she could have seen him anywhere else but rarely players other than her brother caught her attention. Jude seemed to be the exception. Player number 22 was yet to come across a beauty like hers but now he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Before he could talk again they were abruptly interrupted.
“Y/n? I can’t believe it!” Karim screamed surprised and ran towards the two of them. The twins hugged tightly. It had been awhile since the last time they’d seen each other. Jude observed them, trying to understand what type of relationship they shared. The Birmingham boy stood by, waiting for either of you to say anything.
“I see you’ve met Jude. Jude, this is my twin sister, Y/n.” Only one word ran through Jude’s mind after what his teammate had just said: perfect.
Jude was only nineteen but he had already it all. Fame, contracts, fans, girls, money, friends. He appeared to be living the best life a teenager could ask for. Yet he often found himself head in his hands, his mom Denise caressing his back as he sobbed like the world was going to end. Yes, the boy with the world at his feet could get his heart broken like everyone else and it hurt like hell. Jude never really thought about the side effects — if we can call them that— of love. He looked up at his parents and their marriage and always thought he’d get that one day. He was wrong. Well partially wrong. Just because he could get girls easily it didn’t mean trying to keep one of them close was going to be just as easy. Y/n Adeyemi was his blessing and his ruin. He thanked the day he had met her and cursed the moment he decided to let her in his life. Some may call Jude arrogant for this, for thinking he could act like there weren’t any consequences just because he had a pretty face. Some others would call him a fool and some others just a kid. Because kids don’t know love and its side effects until they meet it.
Karim had warned him. He had specifically and openly told him to stay away from his twin. Not because she was evil, but because he didn’t want either of them to get hurt and also because he was her brother. But Jude thought it was smart not to listen. He thought he could be sneaky. And he was, for a while. He liked Y/N because she could keep up with him, she always gave him a hard time and she could hold his gaze. But he mostly liked her because he couldn’t have her. Not just because Karim didn’t want to, it wasn’t just about forbidden love. It was about her being unreachable. One day he could have her in his arms, talking about the future, their plans, their lives, their passions and one day she was miles away, she didn’t pick up the phone for days. At first Jude didn’t care, he had football on his mind. Things weren’t serious and he was more than okay with the flirting and teasing. But then she became like a necessity. He looked for her in the stands, searched her up on Instagram waiting for a sign of life, texted her to know if she was okay. But she never let him get too close.
Y/n was twenty two years old when she met Jude Bellingham after one of their matches. As much as he had never lived a normal teenage life she could tell he was still a kid sometimes. Y/n knew Jude had never fallen in love, he had told her once but she could also see it in his eyes. Y/n knew when Jude started to fall for her. Men could be so obvious at times. He went from not even staying over after sex to texting her nonstop. She was flattered and she liked Jude. She liked how easy it could be talking to him, she liked his teasing, she liked his smile and she liked how big his heart could be.
“Hey, it’s Jude, again… Karim told me you should be in town, so I was wondering if you wanted to hang out one of these days. I don’t know… See you soon, I hope.” Jude had long gone passed the embarrassment phase. If someone had told him five months before that he’d be beginning a girl for attention he would have laughed in their face. But he could see it now. He had tried so hard to talk himself out of this situation, to gaslight himself into thinking he wasn't so down bad for her, for her attention, for her love. If someone asked him when he had realized he had fallen for her, Jude would talk about her twenty third birthday. Y/n and Karim had always celebrated their birthday together, except for when they weren't in the same country. That year they were both in Germany and Karim decided to rent out a whole bar just for them two and their friends.
"You're wasted, darling" Jude chuckled when she drank a shot of water the bartender had just handed her under Jude's request. Karim wasn't any better than her, the brunette was currently dancing on top of a chair and he had to thank Julian that he hadn't already fallen off it. She giggled at Jude, her arms wrapping around his neck as she leaned on him.
"You're such a gentleman, Jude, your mom should be proud of you. I'll tell her next weekend how good of a guy you are." She admitted, your lips inches away from his. Jude couldn’t help but smile at her words. The thought of her interacting with his mother made his heart skip a beat. Y/n had already met her once but as Karim’s twin sister. He wanted to introduce her as something more, as his girlfriend possibly. Jude hung from her lips: whatever she said he obliged.
“It’s okay, let it all out, love.” Jude held her hair back as her hands rested around the toilet of her hotel room. She cursed herself mentally for drinking so much. She might have been twenty three years old but she still made awful decisions. Jude petted her hair and caressed her back. It hurt to see her so sick and he wished he had done something to prevent this.
“Fuck…” she whined, pulling away from the toilet. The brunette handed her a bottle of water that she slowly sipped. Jude looked at her with an enamored look in his eyes as if she hadn’t just thrown up everything she ate in the last twenty four hours. But Jude didn’t care, she always looked beautiful to him. Y/n sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what you had planned for tonight.” She took another sip of water. Jude shook his head: as long as he was by her side he was okay. He was just upset that she was feeling so sick.
“It’s okay. There’s no place I’d rather be. Now give me a kiss.” Jude rested his hand on the back of her neck but y/n shook her head in disgust. He frowned confused.
“I just threw up, it’s disgusting.” She explained but Jude simply chuckled and pulled her in, his lips briefly pecking hers. Then it suddenly hit him. She had just thrown up and he was kissing her. With no problem. Jude knew as he held her hair back that there was no way he would have done this for someone he wasn’t deeply and utterly in love with.
Y/n listened to Jude voice message as she looked out her window. The sun was slowly setting down and it created a beautiful mix of orange, light blue and yellow. She had always loved watching the sun leave, it gave her a sense of peace. But now as she looked at the sky she felt at unease. She took in Jude’s words, trying to come up with a good answer. She had tried to make it clear that it was just going to be sex but sometimes she wondered if he was implicitly asking her for more, something she knew she couldn’t give him. Jude may have never fallen in love before meeting her, but Y/N had and it didn’t turn out like the fairytales they told her when she was a kid. But y/n didn’t let her past decide for her, make her choices for her. But with Jude she couldn’t mess up. As much as he liked to act like the tough guy he wasn’t one. He was actually one of the softest and kindest soul she had met in the last year.
“Hey Jude, yes I’m in town. If you want you can come over in a bit.” She let him know her intentions. He wasn’t going to get anything more than sex. And Jude agreed every single time. Even if it meant getting his heart broken a little bit more each time.
“Fuck…” Y/n moaned against the Birmingham boy’s lips. He held her hips tightly, guiding her movements and watching her as if she was the most interesting thing on earth. He watched as she moved her hair from her shoulders, as she rested her hands on his chest, as she closed her eyes or rolled them back in pleasure, as she whispered him praises. Jude captured her lips in a kiss, her hands scratching the back of his head as she deepened the kiss.
“So good for me… Such a good girl.” He mumbled, taking in the divine sight ahead of him. Y/n smiled at him and moved his hands to her breasts. Jude bucked his hips up, meeting her thrusts on top of him. She was made for him, sometimes Jude thought that they were perfectly made for each other.
“Gonna cum for me, love?” He asked her with a wicked smirk on his lips. Y/n nodded eagerly, her body was overwhelmed with pleasure as he played with her breasts. They had been sleeping together long enough for him to know her body like the back of his hand. She leaned down, her forearms resting on each side of his head. Jude recognized the smug on her face, she had something on her mind, something naughty.
“Cum inside me, please…” there was no pleading look on her face because she wasn’t beginning, she was demanding. She knew how much those words drove him absolutely insane every single time and that day was no different. Jude closed his eyes for a second and grunted, his cock twitching in her folds. He wasn’t going to last for long.
“That’s my good girl.” He murmured as she rode him harder and faster, she was close and he could tell. His orgasm approaching just as quickly as she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in his skin. She came as she let out a strings of curses under her breath. Jude followed right after, his ears ringing as he did. Y/n collapsed on top of him, not even too bothered as she could feel some of their cum drip out of her. Jude tried to steady his breathing as his hand mindlessly caressed her hair and back. Y/n didn’t open her eyes as she rested on top of him. They stayed in silence for a while, it was comfortable. Jude was afraid she would hear his heart beat so fast he almost felt it in his throat. Y/n drew random patterns on his stomach.
“I missed you.” Jude broke the silence first and instantly regretted it. Y/n heard his words loud and clear but took a couple seconds to think of an answer. Jude wanted to bite his tongue. Why did he have to say that? Out of all the things he could’ve come up with, why this?
“I could tell. Only took you five minutes to cum.” She tried to lighten the mood with the joke. Jude forced a laughter, partly glad the subject had been immediately dropped but also aware of the reason why you had tried to avoid it.
“Well then thank God I can make you cum in less than five.” He replied. Y/n raised her head off his chest with a fake frown on her face. Jude chuckled. It felt like a normal conversation any couple would have except that you weren’t a couple, you were just fuck buddies. Even if Jude had a hard time understanding that. Y/n stayed on top of him for a bit more, then she suddenly moved away. Jude instantly felt empty and cold as she sat up and grabbed her shirt. You’d think after all these days Jude would’ve learned how this whole worked, but he didn’t. He watched as she disappeared in her bathroom. He sighed and sat up as well. It was time for him to leave, wasn’t it?
“How long are you staying this time?” He asked, his tone colder this time. Y/n noticed it but didn’t say anything about it. She cleaned herself up and fixed her hair. She was ready to face his pout staring back at her. Jude knew how your little agreement worked but he always put up a silent fight before leaving.
“A week. Then I’m off to Greece.” She smiled at the thought of all the fun she was going to experience with her friends. She had managed to sneak a few days on the island of Mykonos. It was hard for her to see her friends regularly, but when they had some days off they almost made the most out of it. Jude furrowed his brows, of course he didn’t know anything about it, why would he?
“Oh well have fun then.” He stated, she smiled back at him before starting to walk around her room, searching for something. Jude suddenly felt he was too much in the room, he felt as if he should leave even if he didn’t want to.
“Y/n?” Jude called for her. She stood up straight, looking at him. Jude froze. Was it right to tell her? Was it even the right moment? What was he doing? What if she didn’t feel the same way? Jude felt overwhelmed as he struggled to come up with coherent sentences.
“Yes?” “Nothing. Have fun.” And with that he left.
Denis loved her boys. She loved her sons to death, it pained her to leave her younger one in England whilst she stayed in Germany but she was more than willing to sacrifice whatever it took for them. But it pained her even more to walk in her house to a desperate Jude. The boy sat on the ground, back resting against the couch as his phone laid between his stretched legs. She furrowed her brows in confusion at her son’s odd behavior until she heard him sniffing: he was crying. Denise closed the door behind her and walked closer to him.
“Mom?” He looked up from his phone to his mother. It pained her to see his red, teary eyes. She had rarely seen him sobbing like this. She might have seen him crying for a scratch, for an injury, for a victory, for a loss. But for this? Never. Denise sat down on the couch behind him. She glanced briefly at his phone but couldn’t find the cause of her son’s sudden sadness.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked, her hand caressing his hair. Jude handed her his phone without speaking a word, maybe because of his loud and constant sobs. Denise took the phone in her hands and scanned the screen. It was a video recorded at a club. The camera pointed at a beautiful girl, she was dancing with an unknown man. They laughed as they moved to the beat and only towards the end of the video they kissed. Denise squeezed her eyes to try and understand more of it.
“She told me she was going to Greece. I was so fucking stupid, I should’ve told her I loved her, mom. I should’ve said something to her. Now she’s God knows where with some random man and I’m here.” Jude explained to his mom whilst sobs shook his body. Denise listened carefully to his words without saying anything. But it wouldn’t have taken a genius to understand her boy was in love for the first time.
“Mom… I have to call her. I have to tell her. She has to know. I can’t-“ Jude started to blab nonsense, trying to reach for his phone. Denise sighed, shaking her head.
“Jude, baby. Let’s calm down. Just calm down for now, okay? Tell me what’s going on, otherwise I can’t help you.” Denise dried the tears that rolled down her boy’s cheeks, or at least tried to. Jude was almost having a panic attack. A million of thoughts raced through his mind. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like the earth beneath was swallowing him, like everything was spinning. His eyes were so lost, he looked at everything but nothing at the same time. It took her a good ten minutes to calm him down. Only an hour later he had finally told her everything. Denise caressed Jude’s head lovingly, listening to him venting. She had been knowing something was up with him she didn’t want to push him. Now everything made sense.
“When is she coming back?” She asked after he finished talking.
“I think next week. I’ll have to ask Karim.” “Then why don’t you wait for her to come back? So you can talk to her face to face.” She tried to make him reason and it worked. Jude wanted to see her face as he explained everything, her eyes would’ve told him anything he needed to know before her words did. So the midfielder agreed to wait for a bit longer. Just for her.
Karim was obsessed with One Piece. Y/n could vividly remember ever since she was a child his afternoons spent playing football and watching One Piece. So it was only normal for her to buy him a personalized jacket in Greece as a souvenir. Karim was enthusiastic, he insisted they’d have dinner at his and catch up as soon as possible. He wasn’t ungrateful after all, he knew his sister did a lot for him, especially coming to see his matches so often. The German listened to her sister’s story as he drove from the airport. Sometimes he wondered how he would’ve ever survived without her throughout his whole life. Karim had a big game coming up in two days but he loved making time for his sister.
“I missed your nonsense. Germany is cold and sad without you, sis.” Karim commented. Y/n chuckled and agreed by nodding her head. Their parents were so proud of the bond they had managed to maintain throughout their busy lives.
“Anyway, how’s everything going at Dortmund? Scored me any more goals?” She smiled, watching the city scroll by as it was now her turn to listen to him. Karim chuckled shaking his head. He knew if there was one person he could count on was his sister, no matter what happened he knew she had his back. Y/n recognized Karim’s driveway when he turned right.
“- And so now we’re playing next weekend.” He finished talking as he opened the front door. Y/n was about to ask him another question about his team when suddenly all the lights in Karim’s house switched up. Their family and some of their shared friends stood in the living room, a big ‘Welcome Back’ sign behind them as they entered the room.
“Oh my god…” y/n was speechless. She didn’t expect such surprise, especially after only having gone on a silly vacation with her friends. The first thing she did was run towards her parents. Due to her job she didn’t see them as much as she wanted to.
“Karim told us you were coming back from Greece and we thought we’d make a little surprise for you.” Her father explained as he spotted confusion on her face. Y/n held them tight, feeling at home in their embrace. Karim soon joined the family hug as well. Y/n looked at her brother with love in her eyes, it told him just how much she was grateful for this surprise and there were no words needed.
“You know my eyes are up here, right?” Y/n didn’t expect Jude be invited but after all he was a close friend of Karim’s. The tall boy chuckled and sipped on his wine, taking his eyes off her to glance around the room full of people. He wouldn’t have shown it but he was finally feeling at peace after the week he had just been through. He was happy to be with her.
“Well what can I say? You have two big beautiful eyes, baby.” He smirked behind his glass and she giggled. Karim was talking to their parents and one of his friends about something unknown to the pair of them. Jude stood against the wall, watching over her as she lovingly glanced at her parents. Jude wouldn’t have never said it out loud but he was scared to be formally introduced to them.
“If you came thinking we could-“ she was interrupted before she could even finish her sentence.
“I came cause I wanted to see you, nothing more.” He quickly yet firmly stated. Y/n looked up at him with a smirk, she moved her body so she’d face him.
“Well it would’ve been your lucky day ‘cause I’m really fucking horny right now.” She told him, her eyes staring right into his. Jude gulped visibly, the hold on the glass tightening slightly. His teeth nibbled with his bottom lip as he let his mind wonder.
“Let me meet your parents first at least before I fuck their daughter.” Jude moved from the wall, starting to walk towards them. Y/n furrowed her brows but tagged along, interested in seeing how he was going to play it. Their parents instantly noticed the tall boy approaching them, y/n’s mom smiled at him meanwhile her dad firstly looked at him up and down. Oh he hates me already. Jude thought, but again he didn’t show it.
“Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Adeyemi: I’m Jude, a friend of Karim’s.” He stretched his hand out to shake theirs. The couple appreciated the politeness in the gesture and introduced themselves as well. Y/n smirked behind her glass of wine. It took Jude around ten minutes to become her mom’s favorite friend of Karim’s. Jude was charismatic so it was no surprise to her. He could make the both of them fall in love with him by the way he spoke about his family and talked about football. Y/n stood back and talked with Karim but she occasionally glanced at Jude.
«Are you trying to fuck me or my mother?» she texted him trying to hide an amused smile. Jude pulled his phone of his pocket when he felt it vibrate against his thigh. His eyes almost fell out when he read the text, his gaze immediately went to her.
«Well she is an attractive woman after all.» he was teasing her and y/n loved it. She angled the phone so that Karim wouldn’t have read anything.
«I don’t think she’d be willing to suck your cock in her son’s room.» was her reply and Jude simply choked on his wine, catching everyone’s attention. Y/n shook her head, giggling because he couldn’t behave himself. She didn’t wait for Jude’s response, she excused herself to the bathroom upstairs and waited in Karim’s bedroom. It took the Birmingham boy ten minutes to come up.
“You’re naughty, you know that?” He smirked as he approached her. Y/n nodded with a proud smug on her lips. She felt no shame when she was around him because she knew he was just as bad as her. Jude finally could look at her in the eyes for as much as he wanted. His stomach did a back flip and his heart sped up a little. Fuck, did he miss her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same.
“Want to start getting naked or what?” She impatiently told him, her hands resting around his neck. She wasn’t wrong: they didn’t have much time and they were taking a big risk by being together in her brother’s room. Jude swallowed his feelings down his throat and nodded, he took ahold of the hem of her dress and bunched it up her hips before pushing her against the wall. Y/n gulped when she saw him kneel before her.
“Oh I’ve missed this…” she gasped when he pushed her panties down her legs, one of her legs stepping out of them so they pooled at her ankle while the freed leg rested on top of Jude’s shoulder. The brunette wasted no second in diving in and lapping at her arousal. His eyes were glued to her face, watching every little expression, every little flinch. He was enamored with every sound that came from her.
“Fuck, Jude…” she whined, trying to stabilize herself even if it was hard. Jude kept her still with one hand, whilst the other disappeared between her legs. He knew how she liked it and he used it at his advantage. He looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in this world because to him it was truly like this. Y/n rutted her hips forward, searching for more.
“Fuck, fuck…” Y/n whimpered, his fingers pushing in and out of her soaking folds. Jude could stay like this for the rest of his life if it meant having her at his mercy. It was in moments like this that he felt important to her, even just for ten minutes. Jude grunted against her core when she tugged at the roots of his hair, chasing her release.
“Be a good girl and cum for me, darling.” Jude mumbled loud enough for her to hear. He didn’t care if anyone walking by could hear them, he didn’t care if he was making a bad impression with her parents, he didn’t care about anything else. When it came to y/n he would have done anything to make her his. And it pained him to know he was chasing the impossible. Y/n bit down her bottom lip as she came, his fingers curling inside of hers whilst his mouth worked on her clit. She held onto his hair, careful not to hurt him.
“Fuck, you’re amazing…” she giggled out of breath whilst the brunette stood from the ground, helping her slipping back on her panties and standing straight. Jude smiled sweetly at her, his hand cupped her cheek and caressed the soft skin before leaning in to kiss her. It wasn’t the usual rushed, passionate and lustful kiss. It was different and y/n could tell that but she didn’t say anything about it.
“I love you, y/n.” It’s what he should’ve said once he pulled away. But it never happened and that was just a vivid memory living in his head as he watched her on the stands kissing the Greek man she had met a month prior. Now he was just a long forgotten memory of her life, she didn’t even look his way more than once. She always greeted him with a big smile that carried no other feelings other than politeness. How could someone be this distant and cold after all the things they had been through? Jude really couldn’t understand, but he blamed himself every day for remaining silent, for not having spoken his mind up sooner. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed anything, maybe it would’ve changed everything…
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Manchester City Women Swap White Shorts For Burgundy Over Period Concerns
Manchester City Women Swap White Shorts For Burgundy Over Period Concerns
Kit news from the Women’s Super League (WSL) as Manchester City Women have announced that they will no longer wear white shorts with their home kit. The Manchester City Womens team will swap the white home shorts for the change 2022-23 burgundy coloured home shorts for the remainder of the season so the players can perform at their highest level whilst on their periods. Both Manchester City and…
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💛Antony in his new Manchester United Home kit❤️
I- Have you ever seen such a man? I could write poems about his beauty... but mainly I cannot wait to see him play 🥹🤩 Welcome to your new Home Antony!!! 🥰
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Take Out & Teasing | EA69 & LN4 (ft. EJ21 & MV1)
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Summary: Lando trying to take care of his pregnant wife and plan dinner with his in Laws turns into a teasing session for Max.
Author’s Note: Hi there! This is a lil snippet from my F1 DR that my best friend ( @shellybee456 ) and I wrote about our OC’s after they get married. Both girls are racers in the grid and are sisters.
~Elena Camille Jimenez~
Elena is Emilie’s older sister,she has been racing since 2018 with Mercedes, took a break from 23-25 to be Emilie’s Race engineer for Redbull then joins Ferrari in 2026. Elena was born Feb. 7th, 1997, she is the same age as Max and Charles and raced in karting with them. She is Spanish and Monegasque.
~Emilié Rosalie Auclair~
Emilie is Elena’s younger sister, she started racing in 2022 with Redbull taking over Checo’s seat. She races with them until 2025 then races with Andretti in 2026. She wins the 24, 25, and 26 WDCs. She takes a break in 2027 when she gets pregnant with Lando. Emilie was born on Sept. 3rd, 1999. Emilie is just Monegasque because the girls have different dads.
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April 2027
Melbourne, Australia
"Émmie?" Lando called out as he entered their hotel room, only to be answered with silence.
A bit surprising considering Gearbox usually greeted him at the door irregardless of what Émilie was doing.
A quick search found Émilie curled up in on the couch fast asleep, Gearbox only lifting her head to receive a few head scratches.
The days of constant travel and lack of caffeine had finally taken its toll, leaving her utterly exhausted, enough so that she'd finally admitted defeat that morning and stayed at the hotel to nap, letting him go to the track and media day by himself for the first time since the season had started.
Clearly, Gearbox had picked up on it too if the Australian shepherd hadn't even gotten up to greet him.
He watched her for a few moments, unable to stop the way that a small smile crept across his face. Émilie was always pretty, but she looked truly beautiful asleep like this, features relaxed and the evening sun casting her in a golden hue.
She was wearing one of his McLaren hoodies, her hair tied up in a now loose bun with the blanket pulled up to her shoulder.
Lando moved closer and knelt down, placing a light kiss on her hair.
She made a little noise and burrowed further into the bedding, hiding from the cool air of the room.
He couldn't help but chuckle as he rose to his feet, Gearbox hopping off the couch, following him into the bedroom to change out of his team kit and into comfier lounge clothes.
While in the bedroom he texted Elena and Max, letting them know that Émilie was sleeping and that he'd ask about dinner later. Gearbox rested her chin on his knee.
It was silly really, but sometimes he couldn't believe he was in a relationship with Émilie. Like a genuinely real one, not the stupid friends-with-benefits-ignoring-their-feelings thing they had going for so many years. Not just that, but they were actually married. And Émilie was pregnant with their baby, a little girl.
It made him giddy still, just thinking about it. They'd have a baby by summer break and less then 2 years ago they weren't even talking to each other anymore.
He checked on her again once he'd changed, still finding her asleep.
Lando hummed to himself and moved into the small kitchenette, picking an apple and peanut butter from the counter with the intention to cut it up and eat it. Once she awoke he'd ask about dinner.
Halfway through he considered the fact that she probably hadn't eaten in a while, so he grabbed another apple to cut up for her.
Halfway through the second apple(the first still wasn't finished) he cut his finger, which meant a trip back to their room to dig through Émilie's bag to find her first aid kit for a plaster.
Once he'd cleaned and covered his cut, Lando returned to the kitchenette and cleaned up the blood before returning to his task of preparing a snack for them.
While he continued his task, arms wrapped themselves around his torso and a weight was rested between his shoulder blades.
He couldn't stop himself from grinning, "Hi princess." He was rewarded with a noise more like a bear then his wife.
Continuing his task, Lando finished cutting up the apples, shuffling a bit in her arms to grab two bowls, placing the apple slices and a spoonful of peanut butter in separate bowls.
Once everything was finished, he turned in Émilie's arms, cradling her face in his hands to give her a soft kiss before grinning at her.
"Hi."
"Why do you have a plaster on?" Emilie yawns out cutely when she notices it on the Brit’s finger.
He grimaced and showed her his finger, which made her wrinkle her nose. "I promise i didn't get anything on the apples, plus i cleaned the knife before continuing."
She sighs and tucks her head under his chin. "What am i going to do with you?" He shrugged, "I'd say marry me but you already did that."
She snorted and pulled back to give him another kiss before letting go and grabbing the apples. "Come on."
He followed after her, arching a brow when he realized she was not just wearing his hoodie but also a pair of his sweatpants.
"Are those mine?"
She paused and looked down, making a face when she looked up, "I need to buy new clothes."
He sat down and winced on her behalf before pulling her down into his lap. Lando peppered her in slobbery kisses, his arms wrapped around her waist keeping her from attempting to run away from him. "I like you in my clothes."
He grinned at her, when she gave him an unimpressed look, setting the apple bowls on the side table and wrapped her arms around his neck placing her own kisses on his cheek, "you're a menace."
He opened his mouth to say something but then his stomach growled, interrupting the moment.
She laughed at him before reaching over and grabbing an apple slice that she fed to him.
"I was supposed to ask you what you wanted for dinner." He explained once he swallowed.
She hummed and offered him a shrug, "There's an Italian place nearby that Oscar and Logan like that I've wanted to try, we could order that."
He nodded and grabbed her phone off the side table and handed it to her, "Use my card."
"I made more than you last year." She mumbled, looking up from the restaurants website on her phone.
"But yet that hasn't stopped you from requesting my card in the past."
She made a noise of indignation and smacked his chest, both of them laughing.
Their phones buzzed and Émilie looked at the message, muttering under her breath in French. Lando placed his chin on her shoulder and read the message, snorting.
Elena: do you want us to pick up dinner and bring it over since Em is sleeping?
Elena: and pregnant... 🤭
Émilie: fuck you too Lena.
Elena: oh you're awake.
Elena: what do you want for dinner?
Émilie: I want chicken parm and Lando wants chicken Alfredo.
"I do?" Lando remarked raising his eyebrow at his wife.
The smartass remark earned him an elbow to the ribs.
Émilie: and Mia wants fucking Tuna.
Max: are you sure Lando will still want to kiss you if eat fish?
Elena: The real question is, are you sure he's gonna want to keep the kid if she's a fish eater?
"She's got a point." Lando murmured, "I don't know if I can accept our baby if she eats fish."
Émilie groaned, "I hate you all."
He laughed, pressing a kiss to her neck. "My parents would kill me if I they didn't get to meet their newest grandchild. You know how they are with Mila and Athena.”
She sighed and looked back at the chat.
Émilie: he doesn't get a choice if he wants to keep up with his family, his parents would disown him and keep me and Mia.
Lando huffed indignantly, nipping her ear before grabbing his own phone, "behave Émmie."
Lando: Slander and lies, don't believe a word she says.
Max: Unfortunately, the only lies I see here are yours, buddy.
Elena: do the lies include her dinner order?
Émilie: I'm going to kill all 3 of you if my fucking Italian isn't here when you 2 shit heads get here.
Lando gasped, placing a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Wow and from my own wife."
Émilie huffed and set her phone down, ignoring whatever his sister-in-law retaliated with.
"If they don't bring my food-"
"Our food-"
"I am going to strangle her and leave Max a widower and Ferrari without their second driver." She pressed on, completely ignoring his correction.
"Violent."
She huffed, "you should have married someone else if you wanted a passive wife."
She paused a moment before patting his bicep, "now tell me about the day while we wait."
An hour later there was a knock at the day, and Émile shifted off Lando's lap so he could answer.
"We have your food!" Max called as he an Elena entered the hotel room. "Please don't hurt us."
Émilie rose to her feet and joined them all in the kitchen, eyeing the grocery bag on the counter with contempt before hugging her sister and brother-in-law.
"I'll decide what to do with you after I eat."
They ended up spreading out in the living room, Elena and Émilie on the couch while the boys pulled chairs in from the dining room.
"So, what's the latest gossip in the paddock?" Émilie asked once they'd all settled.
"Rumor has it Charles isn't driving for Ferrari next year." Elena said, making both Émilie and Elena stare at her.
"No way." Émilie gasped, not seeming to care about the food she flicked onto the floor when she leaned forward. "He's been with them forever!"
Gearbox happily cleaned it up.
Elena nodded, "I know! When I was in contract talks with legal they didn't mention him like they normally did. And when I asked about him they side stepped my question."
She paused and watched Gearbox, "they also asked who else I'd like to drive with if given the opportunity."
Lando tilted his head, "who'd you say?"
"Freddy."
Émmie smiled, clearly happy with that statement. Lando couldn't help himself from also smiling.
She was so pretty when she smiled like that, cheeks dusted pink in happiness.
"You know seeing you both so helplessly in love with each other now makes all those years of listening to Lando pine worth it." Max grumbled, distracting Lando's train of thought.
"Hey-"
Elena scoffed and ignored Lando, "if you thought he was bad you can not imagine what Émilie was-"
"I literally have so much dirt on the both of you," Émilie interrupted. She pointed her fork at Elena, "I'm your sister," she pointed the fork at Max, "and I was your teammate. I suffered the most."
Max turned a bit red, "I wasn't that bad." Lando snorted, "yes you were. Especially after she started dating Oscar." Émilie huffed, "that was bad, and I was getting an earful from Logan about it too."
Max was bright red at this point, pointedly not looking at his wife. "Ok so maybe-"
"There were so many times we were on the phone together and Max would just waltz into your drivers room and start complaining." Lando talked right over Max, not caring that his brother-in-law was trying to talk. "It was good gossip."
"All I wanted was a few minutes of peace with my fiancé and instead I got to play therapist to my ex-boyfriend." Émilie grumbled, pulling a pillow into her lap. "While on the phone with my fiancé!"
Elena was doubled over laughing now, "oh my god you were such a dork! I can't believe you went to my sister of all people about your feelings."
"And Charles." Max mumbled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, "and Danny. Lando too I guess."
"Awe that's so sweet, you were such a lovesick dork." Elena giggled, wrapping her arms around Max's neck, then kissing his cheek. Max turned his head to kiss his wife fully. Knowing that he was helplessly in love with her and even if they would tease him forever at least he had her to himself now.
Gearbox whined and attempted to shove her nose between them, making everyone laugh.
“Well I guess that’s our queue, let’s go eat dinner.” Elena chuckled as she pulled away from Max to go get dinner ready. She could already tell it was going to be a great night.
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